


The Husband of My Heart

by Caedmon



Category: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Genre: Alternate Universe - Regency, Anal Sex, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Blow Jobs, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), I promise, M/M, The story is better than the summary
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-23
Updated: 2020-12-23
Packaged: 2021-03-10 21:08:56
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,537
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28263666
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Caedmon/pseuds/Caedmon
Summary: Aziraphale Fell, the 9th Duke of Tadfield, has a secret. His sister is pushing him to marry to further the bloodline, but Aziraphale is already married - to his valet, Crowley.
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Comments: 82
Kudos: 280
Collections: Good Omens Human AUs, Ineffable Holiday 2020, Top Aziraphale Recs





	The Husband of My Heart

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you for clicking on this story! The usual disclaimers apply: I own nothing but the mistakes, of which I am sure there are plenty. 
> 
> This fic was beta’d by Lurlur and brainstormed with NaroMareau. Thank you, ladies. 
> 
> Comments and kudos are the life blood of the muse. Thank you for them.

Aziraphale Fell, the 9th Duke of Tadfield, was delighted to finally be pulling up outside his townhouse in his carriage. It hadn’t been a _terrible_ evening, per se, it had actually been quite enjoyable for what it was. But still, he was a bit tipsy and relieved to be home. He disembarked from the carriage and bustled up the stairs. 

“Good evening, Your Grace,” the butler greeted him. 

“Good evening, Wadsworth,” he replied, pulling off his coat and gloves, handing them over. “Have a good night?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Splendid.”

“Will Your Grace be requiring anything more tonight?”

“If you could tell my valet I’m home and require him, then you can retire.”

“Very good, Your Grace.”

Aziraphale gave his servant a smile, then went up the grand staircase to his chamber. He’d only had time to empty his pockets, putting the contents on the dressing table, when the door opened and closed behind him. He knew it would be Crowley, and smiled before he even turned around. 

“Hello, dear.”

“Your Grace,” Crowely said deferentially. Aziraphale tutted to himself. It was going to be like that tonight, was it? 

The valet approached him and started to work, his nimble fingers making swift work of the buttons on his evening wear. Aziraphale smiled at him a little in the low light. 

“How was your night, dear?”

“Very nice, Your Grace.”

His title again. It seemed Crowley was in a mood. Very well. He’d just have to go along and draw Crowley out slowly. “Did you do anything fun?”

“I was in a card game with Hastur and Ligur.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to have interrupted your game.”

“Don’t be, Your Grace. I’d won a substantial amount off them already. They were relieved when Mr. Wadsworth came below stairs and told me to come up.”

Aziraphale chuckled. 

Crowley finished with the evening jacket and Aziraphale pulled it off. The valet lay it to the side to be cleaned and pressed, then came to unbutton Aziraphale’s waistcoat. 

“How was _your_ evening, Your Grace?” Crowley asked, his eyes still locked on the movements of his fingers on the buttons. His voice was guarded and he was still using Aziraphale’s formal address. Aziraphale suspected what was wrong, the silly man. But if he knew his lover - and he did, after the last couple of years - it would all come out with a little conversation. Crowley wouldn’t be able to keep it inside very long. 

“It was fine.”

“Just ‘fine’, Your Grace? Did you not have a good time?”

“I had as enjoyable a time as I could possibly have without you there,” Aziraphale said quietly. 

Crowley’s amber eyes darted up to meet Aziraphale’s, then skittered away, and Aziraphale bit back a sigh. Oh, how he loved this man, even when he was in a jealous snit. 

“Would you care to tell me about it?” Crowley asked, as he took the waistcoat and lay it to the side. Aziraphale went to the chair and had a seat to remove his shoes. 

“It was just a typical ball, albeit Christmas themed, this time. The decorations in the ballroom were quite lovely.” 

Crowley came and crouched down in front of him, brushing aside Aziraphale’s hands and starting to pull the elaborate shoes off himself. Aziraphale let him. 

“Was your sister there?”

“You know she was.”

Crowley got the second shoe off and sat it aside. While Aziraphale wiggled his toes, Crowley started to work on his hose. His touch was not quite as lingering as it usually was, and Aziraphale could tell he was still unsettled. The light touches to his calves made his cock twitch anyway. 

“Did she… was she…?”

Crowley still wouldn’t meet his eyes and Aziraphale was starting to get impatient. But he knew if he let his impatience show, Crowley would just retreat into himself for several days. He needed to tread lightly. 

“Did she what, darling?”

He seemed to steel himself, and asked, with a voice that was just a bit too harsh, “Did she introduce you to many people?”

There it was, the crux of the issue. Aziraphale had been right, this was a bit of jealousy. Unfounded, but still present. They seemed to have this conversation every few months, and it appeared it was time now. 

“She introduced me to lots of people. Not one of them piqued my interest.”

Crowley gave a single nod and got to his feet. Aziraphale stood as well, letting Crowley reach up to untie his cravat, still not meeting Aziraphale’s eyes. 

“Surely you met _some_ interesting people.”

Aziraphale had had enough of Crowley not looking at him. He used his finger to touch the underside of Crowley’s chin and tipped his face up. “No one that could compare to you.”

Crowley’s eyes seemed to water a touch, and he looked away, back to Aziraphale’s cravat. 

“Crowley, my darling, talk to me. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

The valet shook his head, taking off the cravat, then working on the buttons of Aziraphale’s shirt. They were close, so close that Aziraphale could feel Crowley’s shuddering breaths, but he still felt like there was a gulf between them. A silly, unnecessary gulf. Aziraphale didn't miss the single tear sliding down his beloved’s face, and reached up to cup his cheek, sliding his thumb through the wetness. 

“It hurts me to see you this way, my love.”

“I can’t help it,” Crowley replied, barely more than a breath. 

“Tell me your fears so I can assuage them. Please, dear.”

“I just… one day, you’re going to have to marry to further the bloodline. Your sister is never going to give up until you’re married with an heir. And I think that will kill me.”

“Don’t you worry about my bloodline, darling.”

“But I _have_ to,” Crowley insisted. “I _have_ to worry about that.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“What if you finally give in to your sister’s meddling and decide to settle down with some debutante?”

“Nothing would change between you and I. I would neglect any wife I had.”

“But what if she found out about me and dismissed me? I’d never see you again. Or worse, what if she exposed you? You could be hanged.”

“Stop it, Crowley. Just stop it right there. None of that is going to happen. Do you hear me? None of it.”

“But it _could_.”

“But it _won’t_. I am not interested in marrying anyone at all because I already consider myself married, to you. You know this.”

Crowley looked anguished. “But angel…”

Aziraphale released him and stepped over to the dressing table, picking up his pocket watch and bringing it back to Crowley. “It seems you need a reminder. Go on, open it.”

Crowley took the pocket watch and opened it, looking down into it. 

“Whose lock of hair is that in there?”

“Mine.”

“And whose lover's eye portrait do I carry with me everywhere I go?”

“Mine.”

“That’s right. And I do so because _you_ are my love. My only love. I take you with me all the time that we can’t be together, Crowley, and I consider myself quite happily married. You _know_ this. It’s why you wear a ring - the ring I gave you when I pledged my heart and troth to you.”

“I know,” Crowley admitted. 

Aziraphale took the watch back and put it on the table, then came back to Crowley and joined his fingers with his love’s. “What’s got you so tightly wound, my love? What brought this on?”

“Just… the staff were talking, and there are rumors from your sister’s staff that she plans to increase her efforts to get you to marry.”

“Well, they are doomed to failure.”

Crowley gave a short nod, still not looking at him. Aziraphale reached up to touch his face again. 

“Listen to me, darling. I love you. No one else but you. My heart, mind, body, and soul are all yours for as long as I live - and even after death. No loving God would separate us, knowing how we feel about one another. We’re on our own side. Now and forever.” He dipped his head to catch Crowley’s eye. “You _do_ still love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, angel. I love you so much it scares me.”

“Good. I’m relieved to hear it. May I kiss you now?”

Crowley nodded, licking his lips quickly. “Yeah. Please.”

Aziraphale smiled for just a second before he leaned forward and captured his husband’s lips in a sweet kiss. It was slow and gentle, and Aziraphale did his best to pour all the love and adoration he felt into the movement of his lips against Crowley’s. His love tasted so good, felt so good, and he wanted more. But not quite yet. 

He broke the kiss and put his forehead against Crowley’s, closing his eyes. “Will you be missed below stairs if you stay with me tonight?”

Crowley shook his head slightly. “No.”

“Would you _like_ to stay with me tonight?”

“I always want to. I just didn’t want to be presumptuous.” 

Aziraphale grinned. “When it comes to me, I want you to presume all you want. But only good things,” he hastened to say. “Only the things that make you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

“Oh, my darling, you make me happy, too. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, angel.”

Aziraphale kissed him again, lightly. “Come to bed with me.”

“Yes. Anything you want.”

“I just want _you_ ”

“You have me.”

Aziraphale grabbed his hand and pulled, “Come on, darling. Let me make love to you, and then hold you all night.”

Crowley followed the pressure of his hand over to the bed, then turned to face Aziraphale when he was pulled to a stop beside it. Aziraphale kissed him, a bit more needy now, his hands exploring his lover’s body. Much to his delight, he felt Crowley gripping and caressing him, too, setting his senses alight. He pulled Crowley close, so their bodies were flush, their cocks rubbing against each other, creating a little friction that made Aziraphale moan into his mouth. 

When the kiss broke, Crowley went to work on Aziraphale’s neck, kissing and licking and mouthing the skin there. Aziraphale leaned his head to the side, allowing him more room, his arms tight around Crowley. 

“Oh, my darling. I love you so desperately.”

“I love you, too, angel,” Crowley replied between sucking kisses to Aziraphale’s throat. 

Aziraphale moved his hand between them to cup Crowley’s cock, making him whimper. “You’re so hard for me, darling.”

“All for you, only for you,” Crowley pledged, rolling his hips into Aziraphale’s hand. 

Aziraphale captured his mouth again, kissing him hard, their tongues battling each other. He thought he may _die_ if he didn't get to touch Crowley properly soon, so he started tearing at his husband’s clothes blindly. Crowley, in turn, went to work on Aziraphale’s remaining clothes, pulling off his shirt and unbuttoning his trousers, sliding them down until Aziraphale was clad only in his smalls, working to divest Crowley of _his_ clothes. When he got Crowley’s shirt off, baring his skin, he broke the kiss, both of them out of breath. Aziraphale took a moment just to gaze at him, taking him in. He was so beautiful, the most lovely of Her creatures, with his dusky nipples and his smattering of dark hair on his heaving chest. He was long and lean, all angles and lines, and his belly was gently rippled with muscle. There was a line of dark hair trailing from his navel into his drawers, which were tented. _God_ , Aziraphale loved him. 

He couldn't think of a single thing appropriate to say, so he grabbed him by the head with one hand and hauled him in for a kiss, messy and wet. Crowley clutched at him, clinging like a drowning man, but he was safe. He would always be safe as long as Aziraphale drew breath. 

Then Crowley reached between them and released the drawstring on Aziraphale’s smallclothes, letting them flutter to the floor. As soon as he was able, he had his hand wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, pumping, and Aziraphale whimpered into his mouth. He couldn’t help but thrust into his hand a bit, but didn’t let himself get carried away. Instead, he focused all his energy on removing Crowley’s trousers and smalls, making him naked. As soon as Crowley was free, he grabbed his cock, feeling the smooth weight in his hand, the length and girth, and Crowley hissed into the kiss. 

“What can I do for you?” Crowley asked, his voice tremulous. 

“Oh, no, my darling. Tonight is about what I can do for you. I want to show you that you’re completely loved and utterly worshiped. Climb up on the bed for me and lie down like a good boy. On your back.”

Crowley stole a kiss, then did as he was asked. Aziraphale watched him go, stroking his cock lightly, until his husband was lying on the bed, supine, looking at Aziraphale with blazing, hungry eyes. Once Crowley was settled, Aziraphale reached into the drawer and pulled out a little vial of oil, setting it within reach. Crowley groaned when he saw it, then reached for Aziraphale. Aziraphale came willingly, climbing up onto the bed and over Crowley, kissing him deeply. Within a moment, he was positioned between Crowley’s legs, their cocks rubbing, their chests pressed against each other. Aziraphale’s arms were propping him up, keeping his full weight off Crowley, but Crowley’s hands were roaming his body eagerly. 

Aziraphale opened his eyes when the kiss broke, looking down into Crowley’s beautiful face. Crowley looked _wrecked_ already, and they hadn’t even started properly yet. It made Aziraphale smile. 

“May I suck you, beloved?”

Crowley whispered, “Do you want to?”

Aziraphale nodded. “I do. I do so much.”

Crowley kissed him sweetly. “Whatever makes you happy, angel.”

Aziraphale smiled. “It will make me happy to taste you. But more than that, it will make me happy to make _you_ happy. Will you talk to me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I will.”

Aziraphale kissed him. “Good. I love you.”

“I love you, too, angel.”

Aziraphale gave him another lingering kiss, then started trailing his mouth along Crowley's jaw, then his neck. When he got to his collarbone, he paused and sucked a mark into the fair skin, a little blemish of possession only he and Crowley would know about. When he was satisfied with it, he eased his body and mouth lower, paying specific attention to Crowley’s nipples, then ran his tongue down from his navel to his cock. Once he was there, he wrapped his hand around it and watched himself pump it slowly, his mouth watering. It was so beautiful, long and thick, the most perfect cock ever made. He was _hungry_ for it. 

“Are you ready, my beloved?”

Crowley nodded, his eyes wide, his mouth open. “I’m ready.”

Aziraphale bent and licked a stripe from the base of his cock, near his bollocks, all the way up to the tip, then swirled his tongue around the head to get his taste. He gave a little moan of appreciation when the flavor burst across his tongue, which competed with Crowley’s hiss. 

“Mmm,” he said. “You taste heavenly, darling.”

“Please, Aziraphale, please…”

“More?”

Crowley nodded urgently. “Yes, more. Please.”

“My pleasure.”

He took the head of his cock into his mouth and started to suck, moving with Crowley when his hips jerked upwards. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the cock in his mouth, the hardness of the shaft, the softness of the head. Slowly, knowing what his husband liked, he began to bob his head, fucking Crowley with his mouth, his hand pumping the part of his cock that his mouth didn’t yet reach. 

“Christ, angel. Your mouth feels so good. Fuck. I love it. I love _you_.”

Aziraphale hummed around him and sucked him a little harder, taking him a bit deeper. He used his now-free hand to fondle Crowley’s bollocks with firm pressure, and the other reached for Crowley’s hand and put it on his head. Crowley groaned and fisted his hand in Aziraphale’s hair, making Aziraphale moan. 

“Angel… angel… shit! Love you…”

Aziraphale pulled off and smiled up at Crowley, pumping him steadily. “I love you too, you precious creature. My darling one. Would you like more?”

“Yeah. Yeah, please.”

Aziraphale opened wider and took him deeper, until Crowley was hitting the back of his throat, and Crowley let out a broken sound. 

“Jesus, angel. Fuck. Want this forever. Feels so good. Don’t stop... right there.”

He deepthroated his love for a while, making the garbled noises he knew Crowley liked, getting Crowley’s cock and balls extremely wet. He got some of the moisture on his fingers and slid them between Crowley’s cheeks, seeking his hole. Crowley groaned and tightened his hand in Aziraphale's hair. 

“Yes, angel… yes… give me your fingers. Get me ready for your cock. I want you to fuck me.”

Aziraphale pulled off and looked up at him, slightly out of breath. “I’m going to, my darling. I’m going to make love to you, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes. Christ, yes. I want you to. I love you so much.”

He smiled up at him wickedly. “I love you, too.”

Then he bent back to take Crowley’s cock into his mouth again, sucking him ardently, his fingers massaging his hole. It didn't take long before he could slip a finger inside. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Yes, angel…”

Aziraphale fucked him on that finger slowly and gently, slowing the motions of his mouth, and revelled in the sounds Crowley made. He was careful to avoid Crowely’s prostate, though, not wanting him to come just yet. 

“More, angel… give me more…”

He slowly worked a second finger into him, careful not to go too fast and hurt him, but Crowley was nearly mindless. He moved his hips in an attempt to fuck himself on Aziraphale’s fingers. In response, Aziraphale sucked him harder. 

“Angel... angel... shit. So good. I’m getting close…”

As greedy as he was for Crowley’s come, he didn't want him to come this way. Not this time. So, wickedly, he pulled off to speak to him, still fucking him on two fingers. 

“Is that good, my love?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

Aziraphale kissed his thigh. “Tell me, Crowley, am I your husband?”

“Yes!”

“Who do I belong to?”

“Me!”

“Will I ever leave you for another?”

“Never! You’ll never! Just please…”

Aziraphale bent and started sucking again, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers, matching the rhythm of his mouth. Crowley jerked and cried out on the bed before him, until he shouted that he was about to come. Aziraphale eased off again, slowing his hand and pulling his mouth off of Crowley’s extremely wet cock. 

“Angel, Aziraphale, please...I was so close…” Crowley wailed, looking anguished, writhing on the bed, seeking orgasm. 

“I know, my darling. But I felt it important to ask you what you want. Do you still want me to fuck you, or would you like to come now, in my mouth?”

Crowley groaned, his head rolling on the pillow. “I don’t know. Whatever you want to give me, that’s what I’ll take. Just please…”

“No, my love. Not tonight. Tonight is all about what _you_ want. I’m going to give you whatever your heart desires, you just have to name it. Do you want me to continue to suck you until you explode, or do you want me to put my cock in you and fuck you?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Very well. It would be my honor,” Aziraphale said. He pressed one more kiss to the flushed head of Crowley’s cock, then started kissing his way up his body, his fingers still fucking him. When he was close enough, Crowley grabbed him by the head and pulled him into a desperate kiss, hard and needy. Aziraphale kissed him with all the passion he felt, and Crowley whimpered into his mouth when he withdrew his fingers. Blindly, Aziraphale reached for the vial of oil while Crowley clutched him. 

“I want you. I need you. I love you,” Crowley professed between urgent kisses to Aziraphale’s face, neck and shoulders when they broke for air. “Please, Aziraphale. Please…”

Aziraphale was forced to pull out of his embrace and go onto his knees to open the bottle of oil. Crowley lay on the bed beneath him, panting, hair wild, eyes blazing, and Aziraphale thought he’d expire with love. He poured some oil onto his fingers and used them to slick Crowley’s opening, then poured some onto his hand to slick his cock while Crowley watched him with desperate eyes. Once he was done, he stoppered the vial and tossed it to the side, then fell so he was propped over Crowley’s body again. 

“Are you ready, my love?”

Crowley nodded, eyes and mouth wide. “I’m ready.”

Aziraphale carefully lined his cock up with Crowley’s entrance, then started to push inside. Crowley went completely still and the pressure grew and grew until there was a slight pop and they both sighed. Crowley closed his eyes and Aziraphale let his eyes slide closed, too. 

Slowly, so slowly, Aziraphale slid deeper and deeper until he was finally fully seated inside Crowley. When he was buried as far as he could go, he kissed Crowley gently. 

“I love you, dearest. My beloved.”

“Angel…”

Aziraphale kissed him again, then slid himself out as slowly as he’d entered. When only the head was left inside and he was afraid of pulling out completely, he slid back in. Crowley clutched him, one hand buried in his hair, the other hand scrabbling at his back with short nails. 

“You feel so good around me, Crowley,” he said, sotto voce, as he fucked him in and out again. “So good, so perfect. So good for me. My husband.”

“My husband,” Crowley echoed, his eyes closed. “You - you feel so good, angel.” 

Aziraphale sped up his thrusts a little, still at a leisurely pace, long and smooth, the way they both enjoyed. “You are the finest of God’s creations, the most wonderful… and you’re all mine. I love you so much.”

“Yours,” Crowley agreed. “Your husband. I love you…”

“Oh, your arse is so perfect, Crowley. I love to fuck you. Do you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please, please, more…”

Aziraphale sped up again, fucking him in earnest now, their bodies making a slapping sound with every thrust. He could feel that hot ball of tension at the base of his spine that told him orgasm was getting closer, and his voice was choppy when he spoke. 

“Who do I belong to, Crowley? Who owns my body and soul?”

“I do!” Crowley shouted. 

“That’s right. I’ll be yours forever and you’ll be mine. We’ll be together, on our own side. Tell me.”

“Yes, angel, yes… me and you… husbands… just please, _please_ fuck me harder…”

Aziraphale complied, giving him what he wanted, fucking him hard and fast, making him cry out. Crowley’s whole body moved with the force of each thrust and he gripped Aziraphale tight, clinging to him. 

“Do you like that?” Aziraphale asked in halting speech, broken by thrusts. His balls were tightening and he was getting perilously close. 

“Angel… angel... please…” Crowley begged, tears leaking from his eyes. 

“I’m going to come soon, my love,” he confessed. “I can’t stop now. I’m going to come for you.”

“Yes! Please! Fill me with it!”

“Can you come for me, my beautiful boy? Can you give me your release?”

“God, yes, I’m gonna come, all for you…”

Aziraphale propped himself on one arm and reached between them to grab Crowley’s cock. Crowley cried out, his whole body stiffening, when Aziraphale started to pump. 

“Come for me, Crowley. Oh! Come, my love.”

Crowley obliged, and Aziraphale had just a glimpse of the rapture on his face before his own eyes closed and he erupted with a shout. Every cell in his body seemed to cry out, and his cock sputtered helplessly, buried deep in Crowley’s body. He was dimly aware of Crowley’s spend covering his hand and belly, but couldn’t care. He was flying high above the clouds. 

Minutes or hours later, he floated back down to earth slowly. He was still buried in his husband, and both of them were shuddering. Crowley had his arms and legs wrapped around Aziraphale, and Aziraphale tried to calm his heart rate and breathing, then lowered himself to kiss his love’s mouth softly. 

“I love you,” he breathed. 

“Angel, I love you, too.”

They kissed unhurriedly for a few minutes until Aziraphale softened enough to slip out of Crowley. They both made a sound of displeasure when he did, then Aziraphale gave him one more kiss and flopped to Crowley’s side, still out of breath. He rolled to grab a piece of clothing to clean them up - Crowley’s smalls were closest - and used them to wipe his hand, then gently, lovingly cleaned Crowley’s body. Once he was done, he placed a kiss to the now-dry skin, tossed away the smalls, and cuddled into Crowley’s side, his head on his shoulder, arm across his chest. 

“I love you, my darling.”

Crowley kissed his hair. “I love you, too.”

“Do you feel better? No more jealousy?”

“I feel better, but I fear I’ll always have a little bit of jealousy when I think of you with all those other people. I just wish we could live together openly.”

It felt as if a light had suddenly come on in Aziraphale’s brain. “What if we left London?”

“What?”

“I mean, what if you and I left and went on a grand tour together? We could visit all the cities of Europe, spending a few months in each city. That could take years. Then, perhaps, we could go to America.”

“I’d still be your servant, angel.”

“You wouldn’t have to be. We could say you were a lord of some type. Perhaps newly elevated. No one would be the wiser.”

Crowley had one eyebrow raised curiously. “Are you serious?” 

“Yes, quite. The more I think about it, the better I like the idea. We could live almost entirely openly. There are lots of cities in Europe where homosexuality isn’t as frowned upon. We could spend lengthy amounts of time there. And it would get me away from my sister and her meddling ways. All we’d need to do is solidify an identity for you, then procure you a wardrobe, and we could go.”

“You’d do that?”

“Crowley, I’d love to. In fact, I’m quite angry with myself that I didn't think of it until now.”

“Are you _sure_?”

“Yes. I’m a hundred percent sure. What do you say?”

Crowley was grinning broadly. “I say yes, Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale kissed him, happy. “Perfect. We’ll hire a tailor to come and make clothes for you, and we can leave when they’re ready. Oh, this is wonderful! I love you, and I can’t wait to start this part of my life with you, husband.”

“I love you, too, Your Grace.”


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